Smitha Vishwanath

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I feel you

In the breeze that blows
I feel thee, caressing me
Tender and gentle

The thing about death

Death
Dealing
is easy
So I believed
When you have seen it
behaving callously
taking remorselessly
I lost my mother at fifty
A friend at thirty, then another
You were ninety when you died; I still cried

Lessons from my grandma

You
were a
strong woman
who spoke little
You said, “A woman’s voice must not be heard.”
“To be strong you do not have to be loud.”
is what you said
to me too
I think
now

Butterfly

Flitting
bright, beautiful
speckled wings, deep blue; white tips
in the blink of an eye, flies
away

10 word story

You did not even say, ‘Goodbye,’ to me before leaving.

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Smitha Vishwanath likes to call herself an accidental writer. Having worked for 20 years in banking she began writing through her blog in 2016. Her poetry has been published by SpillWords Press, Rebelle Society, Silverbirch Press, Borderless Journal among others. Her first book of poetry – Roads – A Journey with Verses was published in 2019.

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The Sorceress

Inspired by Eugi’s Weekly Prompt – Bewitched

Come
into
my humble
abode, filled with
all that you may need.
Spells, potions, artifacts,
or do you prefer a séance?
Who is that special someone you’d
like bewitched and have under your spell?
My price, whatever you need, is $150 dollars.

Looking Ahead

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The
evening
hours are when
I begin to
plan some needed joy
for the next new morning.
A surprise breakfast perhaps?
A juicy love note tucked inside
my lover’s lunch tote filled with goodies?
He might not even want to go to work!

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Inspired by VJ’s Weekly Challenge #87 – Morning

Politics Be Damned

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Inspired by BrewNSpew Weekly Prompt 11/4/19 – Enchanted

The
masses
deluded.
This criminal
has them enchanted.
Making him an idol.
They drank the kool-aid so fast,
pledging their allegiance and souls,
putting all others in harms way too.
Never seeing it would be our demise.

Only wonder women can save us now…